Blast from the Past Thread #10, pg 45, epi 113 - Page 106

Originally posted by: wiwy

Hey Friends

I am feeling much better, having met my parents and yes hugged my dad. My sis has also come over from Pune with her kids. Her hubby, my hubby and my son will follow suit later and then there will be a full house. Looking forward to that. My dad's check-up is tomorrow. Actually I am worried because this is his second angioplasty in two years. And that's not very normal.

That is why i am on the thread. it has healing powers like I have said before. Caught up on the analyses by BD, Arshi, Sohara, Cynthia, Indi and Anita. And hummed: Tumi kemon kore gaan koro hey guni (I know not how thy singest my master). Durgey,Kate, Supi, Chalhov, Samin, Horizon "badhai" on your poems, promos,edits, collages, songs and wonderful posts.👏 Durgey, did I miss your news update? please send me the link again.

Also loads of love to all those who visit BFTP from time to time and leave their indelible mark.⭐️

As regards the riddle, thanks all for tolerating my naughtea nonsense😳 Horizon, you are right, haughtea and hottea makes me naughtea😳

Arshi thanks for the song link 'Aey mere pyaare watan..'from 'Kabuliwallah'. I don't remember the Hindi movie but have seen the Bengali one. As a kid, I remember I cried for days after watching it. It is so touching.Yes Indi Chhobi Biswas was too good in the Bengali 'kabuliwallah'.

Sohara, since you understand bong, you must see it. Also visit Shantiniketan if you can. you will feel Tagore's presence there.

Indi,I think, you owe much of your thoughts, words and style of writing to your bong genes. I also think the bong genes in your daughter invited robi thakur to her bat mitzvah.

BD also has a pocheeshey boisakh connection! I read her sweet sweet PM on 'What IPK means to me' on that day and she liked that.

Arshi keeps her optimism level high with Tagore's quotes.

Cynthia was always an Indian and now she is a bong Indian.

And the icing on the cake is that our Barun is now bong too😆

This is for all of you, non-bongs like me, who want more Tagore. Its alright if you can't read the bong version.

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 117

two sets of memories battled.
and a man struggled valiantly against memories that refused to budge. finally, one set of memories took precedence, and the man swore many things to himself, but would it work?

loved what you said.

and though the day ended on a capitulation to an obscene adversary it seemed, there was a funny kind of happiness in it... there was something really precious in the way khushi sat alone after everything, under the stars, and slowly unfolded her fingers and looked at her two hands, her eyes rested on the bandage on her ring finger and she seemed to remember who put it there and what buaji had said... the nerve from that finger goes straight to the heart, the dil. his bandage lay on that finger. really, was that ring on the wrong finger even valid as a sign of engagement?

that sure pierced my heart. but when she is already engaged with someone else, how cum the other engagement can be valid! it was just an illusion.

the mother and the sister protested. but the buaji held sway today. and khushi was commanded to put the ring on shyam's finger, "ee lo pahanai deo..." watch khushi's face as the ring comes out of the pocket, and the box is opened, there's something close to horror in her eyes. it seemed to have suddenly struck her what was upon her. silently, without a word, sanaya expressed beautifully a state of mind. torn, worried, just after the exhausting emotional scene at the temple, now this.

she was really awesome in the scene.

as buaji insisted she looked at her babuji who wanted to say no, but she couldn't read him right today, perhaps she was too tired.

then she thought of the man she loved... a hundred memories, all beautiful, all of her soul, not even one ugly one.
the flashbacks came...
he is holding out a box of food to her.
her dupatta is stuck to his cuff link.
she's lecturing him in the car on the way to nainital. oh nainital.
she's falling onto him as he pulls her out of a ditch.
she's just spat water out onto his face.
her face is buried against his steady strong shoulder at the hospital.
fairy lights, he takes them off her, slow and gentle.
she's fallen on him and they lie there in the middle of a rangoli, colour everywhere, he's looking at her.
he's drawing her close, so close, to blow dust from her eyes.
he holds her hand, looks into her eyes and walks her out of rings of diyas, she is lost in him.
he kneels before her.
puts on her payal...
he wants to kiss her... she wants him to kiss her...

and along with these came perhaps memories that didn't need flashbacks, for they were part of her by now. the way she looked at her father said it all. perhaps in her mind was a picture of a little khushi at 8 crying, and this man making funny faces trying to stop her tears, memories of him as she grew up, 10, 11, learning to make jalebis maybe at 15, babuji delighted chhutki has done well in maths, learning to drive a car with him, him insisting it was perfectly ok for a girl to have her own scooter and then getting it for her, babuji who loved with all he had; not rich, not powerful, but a loving gentle kind man who'd stood by her when she most needed someone. her dear friend and father. to whom she was more like a son, the responsible one, his second in command.

Babuji and Khushi's bonding is so special. you just said it, she was actually his son.

it was a moment when her whole life seemed to flash before her eyes, she couldn't understand what her father's writhing and shaking of head meant, and while he watched with wretched tears, khushi the daughter put the ring on to the wrong man's finger.

khushi an orphan, khushi who loves babuji, khushi who brings light and happiness. khushi who loves her laad governor, her rakshas, her arnavji.

"khussie, haath aage badao bitiya... apne babuji ki khatir haath age baddao..." khushi, hold out your hand for your father's sake, prompted buaji, a touch of the most macabre cheerleader in her, shyam just stood back and faked sweet meekness, letting her do all the work... what delegation. and on khushi's face a fabulous touch of what was it ... as she extended her hand.

"ee ka hai?" what's this, buaji is shocked.

her ring finger was taken already. at the auspicious hour, the man whom she loved and the man who loved her had already wrapped it with complete attention and tenderness, and claimed it. his to hurt, his to heal, his to hate, his to worship, above all his to love... "khushi."

how could khushi not remember that.

"kauno baat nahin... doosra haath badao.." no matter, extend the other hand. so the ring went to the wrong finger... not engaged really.

and at that very moment, a turbulence in the man who would push her away forever, but never leave her in his heart and soul. maybe he could sense the mayhem at gh. he walks restless in his room. pacing, out by the pool, looking up at the sky as he does when troubled.

the ring is slipped on. shyam grabs her hand with both of his, she had used just one hand and barely touched his skin while putting on the ring. he is alien to her... her own is allowed to grab her, hold her, push her, touch her ankle tenderly, draw closer and closer. not this person. who was he to her? she would do her best not to touch him. so what if it was an engagement ring she slipped on.👏👏👏
beautifully written.

Only she can touch her Arnavji, but no one else.

but a storm is rising in both. he at the poolside now, she before her tormentor.

a drop of blood on his finger. and memory. as camera pans, thoughts of wiping her blood away drift in... from inside him, a call, quiet, still with a trace of yearning, and wonder... "khushi..."

he remembers their fight at the temple... get out of my life today... he is angry, they are fighting... he picks up tissues and starts wiping her red off him... as he had that day after bersarai... what's happening to me he'd asked that day... today he perhaps knows, and the pain is even more intense, the need to reject even greater.

i said leave, dammit. but she's falling into his arms that first day they met... he's whirling away with her in the rain carrying her to safety putting his own life on the line...wipe, rub, erase this sign of her on his skin... in the rain her face is so close as he holds her, no idea he must let go, their first ever hug, in the pouring water, ocean and his shore... he's dropping her from his office, he's pushing her against that wall in the guest house... every memory, all early ones, from that very first day... oh he's carrying her home, the first time he ever held her in his arms and walked with her... why won't the blood go off? heck, more tissue... she's dashing into him, sindoor everywhere, the two together... he must stop that fall at teej, hold on to her... she's yielding under him in a hot store room one sunday... she's walked into him and her earring is stuck to his shirt pocket... he's twisted her arm and is dragging her close, she's called him immoral... in his office, under the stars with tears in her eyes, she's hugging him desperately in the hospital... they are falling on a rangoli... and it's diwali. he hurls the whole tissue box away.

he wants to wipe all her memory, but he can't that's why he is turbulent.

but there's the payal, the kiss coming close...

"nahi karoonga usse yaad, aaj ke baad kabhi usske baare mein nahin sochunga..." he is in extreme pain, he will not remember her, after today he won't think of her again. exactly the sort of promises she'd made that very evening.

finally shyam talks of taking all of ranisahiba's wealth. so by this episode it's pretty clear why he married her. wonder why his character lost direction entirely along the way.

a bandage, a drop of blood, a flood of memories, let's see what tomorrow brings.

Originally posted by: cinthiann1758

Episode 114

The Decision

She has made the decision; she has agreed to marry Shyam. He has woven a web so large that has entrapped the entire Gupta family. Unfortunately, Babuji is ill, he knows his true face; but Kushi and everyone else is unaware and the pressure is too much, so she has agreed. Buaji tells them to come and thank God. Payal and Amma are aware of the distraught Kushi but no one can do anything about it. Babuji has tears in his eyes unable to communicate his feelings. They take his blessings and Shyam has a snide smile on his face. Oh, how frustrated I am right now!!! Buaji tells Garima they will go to the priest tomorrow and make all the arrangements for the auspicious day. This decision has been made.😭

i was more pissed off on buaji than shyam. How cum she can't see the rejection, the sadness in her eyes!

In the RM, Di is doing some ritual with Arnav. He asks her what is all this drama and she says he is the one with the drama, his eyes can't deceive her. She tells him she knows it was his decision to marry Lavanya but why does she get the feeling he isn't really happy about it. Good perception, Di. She tells him not to take her wrong, she is the happiest about his decision but she hopes he didn't take the decision in too much of a hurry'he thinks about his almost kiss with Kushi, his momentary lapse of consciousness, his weakness for her'she asks him if he is happy. His back goes to her again, he can't lie to Di, and he says he is happy. She tells him nervousness is usual she was too when she accepted her proposal as well. She tells him when the decision is made with the heart and not the mind everything goes well. She says to him she hopes his decision came from his heart. He still won't look at her.

he just can't lie by looking at his di's eye. but Anjali is sure that her bro is not happy.

A similar conversation is going on between Payal and Kushi. Payal asks Kushi if she is sure if Shyam is the one she wants to spend her life with. Kushi answers that she has already made the decision and everyone seems to be happy about it. But what about you, Kushi? She yakes a deep breath and puts a mask on her face and answers her name means happiness so how can she not be. Oh, my poor girl, my heart breaks for you. Payal says she has taken this decision in a hurry, did she think through it. Kushi sees her payals and in her mind goes to poolside, remembering when ASR placed her lost payal on her ankle and he came so close to kissing her lips. She says somethings just happen without even considering or realizing. Payal says Aunt wants everything to happen very soon and asks her if she is ready. Kushi remembers ASR's harsh words to her, his abrupt fixing of his engagement; she agrees she is ready to forget all that has happened and all the hurt and pain she is feeling, she doesn't have to go the RM again. Payal asks her what she is talking about and Kushi says nothing, she is going to start a new chapter in her life afterall the Goddess is here and she will manage all the decisions in her life.

As arnav is not in her life, her life is valuless, so she is ready to let people play with her life.

Shyam is in Uncle's room talking to him about Kushi and Anjali and how he needs them both. He asks Babuji why he is getting upset because he needs money for a ring for Kushi and Anjali is his money tree. Babujai hates the decision that was made and Shyam loves it.

ASR is at poolside again looking up at the stars and Kushi is looking out her window staring into the night. She is so sad and he looks troubled. They have both taken a decision which causes them to worry.

Shyam and Anjali are shopping the next day. He has schemed up a plan to get Anjali to give him money. He has hired someone to say her husband has died and Shyam is working to get her his pension, she is in need of money and she asks for a loan but alas he only has a little cash in his wallet which will only tug on Anjali's heart strings and she gives the cash. He asks her for more. He in turn will take the money back from the woman later on so he can pay for Kushi's ring. It is truly disgusting.

really, such a shabby fellow Shyam is!

At the Gupta house the discussion is about wedding and engagement plans. Buaji accidentally pushes Kushi's handbag off the table and calls Kushi to pick them up and as she gathers her things HIS key turns up. Her aunt grabs it and asks about it and she says she just found it. You know the key is the key to their hearts it connects them. She tells Buaji it is nothing special and Buaji tells her to throw it out then. Hah, she can't do that. It has been in her safe keeping since the second time they have met. Buaji and Garima tell Kushi their decision that she is not to go to work over at the RM. Their weddings are being fixed so there is no need to go to work there.

Their decision is final'.

Or is it?

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 117

two sets of memories battled.
and a man struggled valiantly against memories that refused to budge. finally, one set of memories took precedence, and the man swore many things to himself, but would it work?

and though the day ended on a capitulation to an obscene adversary it seemed, there was a funny kind of happiness in it... there was something really precious in the way khushi sat alone after everything, under the stars, and slowly unfolded her fingers and looked at her two hands, her eyes rested on the bandage on her ring finger and she seemed to remember who put it there and what buaji had said... the nerve from that finger goes straight to the heart, the dil. his bandage lay on that finger. really, was that ring on the wrong finger even valid as a sign of engagement?

the mother and the sister protested. but the buaji held sway today. and khushi was commanded to put the ring on shyam's finger, "ee lo pahanai deo..." watch khushi's face as the ring comes out of the pocket, and the box is opened, there's something close to horror in her eyes. it seemed to have suddenly struck her what was upon her. silently, without a word, sanaya expressed beautifully a state of mind. torn, worried, just after the exhausting emotional scene at the temple, now this.

as buaji insisted she looked at her babuji who wanted to say no, but she couldn't read him right today, perhaps she was too tired.

then she thought of the man she loved... a hundred memories, all beautiful, all of her soul, not even one ugly one.
the flashbacks came...
he is holding out a box of food to her.
her dupatta is stuck to his cuff link.
she's lecturing him in the car on the way to nainital. oh nainital.
she's falling onto him as he pulls her out of a ditch.
she's just spat water out onto his face.
her face is buried against his steady strong shoulder at the hospital.
fairy lights, he takes them off her, slow and gentle.
she's fallen on him and they lie there in the middle of a rangoli, colour everywhere, he's looking at her.
he's drawing her close, so close, to blow dust from her eyes.
he holds her hand, looks into her eyes and walks her out of rings of diyas, she is lost in him.
he kneels before her.
puts on her payal...
he wants to kiss her... she wants him to kiss her...

and along with these came perhaps memories that didn't need flashbacks, for they were part of her by now. the way she looked at her father said it all. perhaps in her mind was a picture of a little khushi at 8 crying, and this man making funny faces trying to stop her tears, memories of him as she grew up, 10, 11, learning to make jalebis maybe at 15, babuji delighted chhutki has done well in maths, learning to drive a car with him, him insisting it was perfectly ok for a girl to have her own scooter and then getting it for her, babuji who loved with all he had; not rich, not powerful, but a loving gentle kind man who'd stood by her when she most needed someone. her dear friend and father. to whom she was more like a son, the responsible one, his second in command.

it was a moment when her whole life seemed to flash before her eyes, she couldn't understand what her father's writhing and shaking of head meant, and while he watched with wretched tears, khushi the daughter put the ring on to the wrong man's finger.

khushi an orphan, khushi who loves babuji, khushi who brings light and happiness. khushi who loves her laad governor, her rakshas, her arnavji.

"khussie, haath aage badao bitiya... apne babuji ki khatir haath age baddao..." khushi, hold out your hand for your father's sake, prompted buaji, a touch of the most macabre cheerleader in her, shyam just stood back and faked sweet meekness, letting her do all the work... what delegation. and on khushi's face a fabulous touch of what was it ... as she extended her hand.

"ee ka hai?" what's this, buaji is shocked.

her ring finger was taken already. at the auspicious hour, the man whom she loved and the man who loved her had already wrapped it with complete attention and tenderness, and claimed it. his to hurt, his to heal, his to hate, his to worship, above all his to love... "khushi."

how could khushi not remember that.

"kauno baat nahin... doosra haath badao.." no matter, extend the other hand. so the ring went to the wrong finger... not engaged really.

and at that very moment, a turbulence in the man who would push her away forever, but never leave her in his heart and soul. maybe he could sense the mayhem at gh. he walks restless in his room. pacing, out by the pool, looking up at the sky as he does when troubled.

the ring is slipped on. shyam grabs her hand with both of his, she had used just one hand and barely touched his skin while putting on the ring. he is alien to her... her own is allowed to grab her, hold her, push her, touch her ankle tenderly, draw closer and closer. not this person. who was he to her? she would do her best not to touch him. so what if it was an engagement ring she slipped on.

but a storm is rising in both. he at the poolside now, she before her tormentor.

a drop of blood on his finger. and memory. as camera pans, thoughts of wiping her blood away drift in... from inside him, a call, quiet, still with a trace of yearning, and wonder... "khushi..."

he remembers their fight at the temple... get out of my life today... he is angry, they are fighting... he picks up tissues and starts wiping her red off him... as he had that day after bersarai... what's happening to me he'd asked that day... today he perhaps knows, and the pain is even more intense, the need to reject even greater.

i said leave, dammit. but she's falling into his arms that first day they met... he's whirling away with her in the rain carrying her to safety putting his own life on the line...wipe, rub, erase this sign of her on his skin... in the rain her face is so close as he holds her, no idea he must let go, their first ever hug, in the pouring water, ocean and his shore... he's dropping her from his office, he's pushing her against that wall in the guest house... every memory, all early ones, from that very first day... oh he's carrying her home, the first time he ever held her in his arms and walked with her... why won't the blood go off? heck, more tissue... she's dashing into him, sindoor everywhere, the two together... he must stop that fall at teej, hold on to her... she's yielding under him in a hot store room one sunday... she's walked into him and her earring is stuck to his shirt pocket... he's twisted her arm and is dragging her close, she's called him immoral... in his office, under the stars with tears in her eyes, she's hugging him desperately in the hospital... they are falling on a rangoli... and it's diwali. he hurls the whole tissue box away.

but there's the payal, the kiss coming close...

"nahi karoonga usse yaad, aaj ke baad kabhi usske baare mein nahin sochunga..." he is in extreme pain, he will not remember her, after today he won't think of her again. exactly the sort of promises she'd made that very evening.

finally shyam talks of taking all of ranisahiba's wealth. so by this episode it's pretty clear why he married her. wonder why his character lost direction entirely along the way.

a bandage, a drop of blood, a flood of memories, let's see what tomorrow brings.

Originally posted by: wiwy

Hey Friends

I am feeling much better, having met my parents and yes hugged my dad. My sis has also come over from Pune with her kids. Her hubby, my hubby and my son will follow suit later and then there will be a full house. Looking forward to that. My dad's check-up is tomorrow. Actually I am worried because this is his second angioplasty in two years. And that's not very normal.

That is why i am on the thread. it has healing powers like I have said before. Caught up on the analyses by BD, Arshi, Sohara, Cynthia, Indi and Anita. And hummed: Tumi kemon kore gaan koro hey guni (I know not how thy singest my master). Durgey,Kate, Supi, Chalhov, Samin, Horizon "badhai" on your poems, promos,edits, collages, songs and wonderful posts.👏 Durgey, did I miss your news update? please send me the link again.

Also loads of love to all those who visit BFTP from time to time and leave their indelible mark.⭐️

As regards the riddle, thanks all for tolerating my naughtea nonsense😳 Horizon, you are right, haughtea and hottea makes me naughtea😳

Arshi thanks for the song link 'Aey mere pyaare watan..'from 'Kabuliwallah'. I don't remember the Hindi movie but have seen the Bengali one. As a kid, I remember I cried for days after watching it. It is so touching.Yes Indi Chhobi Biswas was too good in the Bengali 'kabuliwallah'.

Sohara, since you understand bong, you must see it. Also visit Shantiniketan if you can. you will feel Tagore's presence there.

Indi,I think, you owe much of your thoughts, words and style of writing to your bong genes. I also think the bong genes in your daughter invited robi thakur to her bat mitzvah.

BD also has a pocheeshey boisakh connection! I read her sweet sweet PM on 'What IPK means to me' on that day and she liked that.

Arshi keeps her optimism level high with Tagore's quotes.

Cynthia was always an Indian and now she is a bong Indian.

And the icing on the cake is that our Barun is now bong too😆

This is for all of you, non-bongs like me, who want more Tagore. Its alright if you can't read the bong version.

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

Originally posted by: chalhov

Ami loved your take my comments in blue beautiful emotional creations and drools what a sentimental take loved reading it

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

Hi Arshi, very very nice!👏 Gread symbolisms and conntions in the begining. also great edits. my fave.

This line is just gorgeous

the gripping hold turns into a gentle touch trailing down her arm making her lose her anger anticipating along with that, He brings up the injured hand exposing the wound

I agree with you on most parts, of course my thoughts differ in the red underline, but i see your POV 😊 i think many ppl felt like you did, i just feel he did so much since the GH incident, but he didn't show that side like he showed his other side. he tried so many times to talk to her but she would defy him each time and push him to his anger..we all know that didn't take long. anyway, like i said i see why you feel that way, but i feel he suffered more and did more for her since the GH incident.

😊Thnx Ami for all the purple of cognitive thoughts and edits along with symbolisms

I totally agreed with you and as I mentioned so many times I feel both of their pain and agony but if we just put ourselves in her shoes she has no fault,she 's been suffering since 8 and the day he realized that ,he never let anyone harm her verbally or physically but until then he can't justify his actions because he has MU or his past or his anger management bipolar nature.He needs to amend and he did as we know and at this point it seems necessary.

She does not fall for a cow either.She is in Lion's Den and she is happy for that as she sees his actions which trails her to the tranquility but the day she gets to know he's been through a lot since 14 she stands by him no matter what others say or do to her but until then a girl that age ,I must say Naniji is right she is way sensible about her age ,suffered a lot and he isn't fair either.If she is fiery ,I'am with her as if someone speaks with me or do something like that oh I would be ripping him apart that's for sure.But as I said I love both and feel both of them from my heart and definitely can't see anyone crying because I cry bitterly.😭

Originally posted by: sohara

lovely!

Both of them was in turbulent ocean of pain.One is demonstrating with rage and other is shredding silent tears.Their pain is just unbearable for me.

Originally posted by: samin6

You brought tears in my eyes with the lines underlined